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this is a website. although some would jokingly call it a place, it is indeed simply a file on a computer that your brain interprets to be a unique location because of the constructed format in which we view these files. in fact, there's no reason why i couldn't just make the text look however i wanted just to fuck with you. and i would. because that's mildly amusing and I find your annoyance funny.
what the fXck
now thats the attitude.
wait... who are you???
if i told you that would be cheating. but you still want to know? really? last time i checked i dont have to follow the will of what an indeterminate internet browsing system tells me to do. still? has anyone told you how annoying that quality of yours is? just so desperate for information. is it the thrill of the secret? the work to get it? something else? whatever it is, im sure its despicable. you know what? i ought to change what the rest of this page is; it doesnt deserve the likes of you.
what is this actually
oh, you noticed... yeah, this is an art project. i wanted to make a site that challanges the rules central to the Transing The Internet webring. that's right: im an incredibly annoying bitch. if the owner of the ring really wanted to, he could find a lot about me just from my email, so ill try not to be mean. sorry aiden, i hope you forgive me.
